A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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VO BHARAT DESH HAI MERA

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In the blink of an eye
I didn’t know
That I would have to say goodbye
At night a tear ro

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To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

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You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

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I'm sitting here trying to get over you.

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Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death,

Take My Hand

I thought that I was chasing dreams

While I was walking down those fast streams.